“There’s seriously something wrong with him,” Scythe said.
“You’re one to talk,” Cypher replied. “He doesn’t go around cutting parts off innocent people. That’s good enough for me. Glitch, I’m going to need you to confirm Dolan’s story. I want to know that this is over before I get the DEA involved.”
“Will do, Prez.”
“Scythe. Take Jury, Rotor, and Demo and clean this place up.”
“Ten-four.” Scythe shook his head at me as I continued my work. “Warrant. Go swap places with Jury and Rotor. Watch over Rae until we come out.”
“Clean, not burnt to the ground,” Cypher clarified.
Demo hung his head, looking a bit put out. He and fire went hand in hand, and his favorite kind of fire came in the form of explosions.
Everyone began moving, getting ready to do what we needed in order to cover this up. We had no problem taking out the trash and making sure we cleaned up after ourselves. Scythe was a fucking expert at cleaning up a damn crime scene, even when it was a blood bath like this had been.
Either way, this was over. Rae was safe. Owen was alive and at the hospital. Glitch and Cypher would make sure that no one else was going to fucking pop up out of nowhere and make our lives miserable. I was free to spend the rest of my life focusing on my woman. And that was exactly what I planned to do.
CHAPTER 31
Pyre
Everyone was quiet as we all loaded into the SUVs. It was better to get back to the clubhouse and debrief there, rather than stick around the saw mill. Demo and Warrant were the only two who stayed behind. They were in charge of cleanup.
They would start over at the covered bridge, if the deputies hadn’t already made their way on scene, and get rid of as much evidence as possible. The less the deputies found, the less likely we’d be brought up on charges. Not that Cypher would allow that to happen. He had too many contacts that could get us out of a bind if need be. Still, better not to use those unless we had to.
Of course, we were all hoping that since we helped save not only the deputies’ lives, but Owen’s, that the whole thing would be dropped. That was going to be up to Owen ultimately. We’d find out later if he’d consider our involvement necessary in order to save lives and protect the town, or if he was going to be a dickabout it. Owen was usually pretty reasonable, so we weren’t too worried yet.
We got back to the clubhouse and I wrapped my arm around Rae, pulling her in close while we walked inside. My brothers all looked relaxed and satisfied. That would probably seem like a weird response after all the carnage we’d just inflicted, but it was what was necessary for us to maintain an outward appearance of normalcy. On occasion we needed a good bloodbath.
“Anyone hurt?” I asked, eyes scanning my brothers, looking for anything I’d need to patch up.
“You mean besides you?” Jury asked, pointing to my leg.
Rae gasped and pulled out of my hold, turning and looking down at my leg. “You got shot. I thought he missed you!”
“I’m fine,” I told her.
“That’s not fine.” She squatted down and started poking at my thigh. She was actually just moving the material out of the way so she could look, but I was a grumpy ass patient.
I didn’t like other people working on me. I never went to the damn doctor. It was hard to pass my own fucking care over to people who were probably less trained than I was. “Rae.”
She ignored me, making little distressed noises as she examined the entrance wound.
“Rae.”
Nothing.
“Reaper,” I growled.
She looked up at me then.
I reached down, pulling her to her full height and staring into her eyes. “I’m fine. I’ll take care of it.”
Her eyes narrowed. “How are you going to take care of it?” she countered. “The bullet is still in there. The minute you go digging around in your own leg, you’re going to pass out.”
My brothers all chuckled and I glowered at them. “I don’t fucking pass out.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Oh, so you’re immune to the pain responses the rest of us have?”
